Sazhara's eyes widened at Kael's command, a mixture of shock and excitement flashing across her face. Despite the humiliation of the situation, she felt deeply aroused by his commanding tone. Her body trembled with needy anticipation as she slowly, almost hesitantly, lowered herself onto all fours.

"Yes, Kael," she purred submissively, arching her back to expose her ass to him. "I've been so bad... I need to be punished."

Kael moved closer, his large hand caressing the curve of her ass. Sazhara shivered at his touch, biting her lip to stifle a moan. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the strength of his grip as he squeezed her flesh.

SMACK!

The first slap echoed through the room, followed by Sazhara's sharp gasp. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. Her pussy throbbed with desire, juices already dripping down her thighs.

"Count them," Kael ordered, his voice low and commanding. "And thank me for each one."

"Yes, Master," Sazhara whispered, the title escaping her lips before she could stop it. She couldn't believe how much she loved being dominated by him like this.

SMACK!

"One! Thank you, Master!" she cried, her voice echoing through the room. Each word was punctuated by another hard slap, the pain turning into a burning pleasure that spread throughout her body.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"Two! Thank you, Master!" Sazhara gasped, her hips bucking against Kael's palm. The pain grew, but so did her arousal. She felt her pussy contracting around nothing, desperate to be filled.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"Three! Four! Thank you, Master!" Tears stung Sazhara's eyes, but they were tears of pleasure. Each slap brought a new wave of heat to her core, creating a pressure that threatened to explode at any moment.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"Five! Six! Thank you, Master!" Sazhara was panting now, her body trembling with desire. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed him inside her, needed to be claimed and possessed by him completely.

Kael seemed to sense her desperation, and his hand rested on her lower back. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

"You're doing so well, my naughty succubus," he purred, his voice thick with lust. "I think you've earned your reward."

Sazhara's heart leaped with excitement, and she turned to face him with pleading eyes. "Please, Master... I need you. I need you inside me. Please, fuck me!"

Kael smiled wryly at her desperate plea and positioned himself behind her. He grabbed his own hard cock and rubbed the tip against her wet slit, enveloping himself with her arousal. Sazhara moaned and pushed against him, desperate for more friction.

"Beg for it," Kael demanded, keeping himself out of reach. "Beg me to fuck you like the dirty slut you are."

"Please, Master!" Sazhara cried, her voice high and needy. "Please, fuck me with your big cock! I need it so much! I need you to fill me and make me yours! Please, please, fuck me!"

Her plea only seemed to excite Kael further. He gripped her hips tightly and thrust deep into her with one vigorous thrust. Sazhara screamed in pleasure, her walls clamping around him like a vise.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard, Master!" she sobbed, her hips rocking back to meet his thrusts. The sensation of him opening her was pure ecstasy.

Kael pounded into her relentlessly, groaning with each powerful thrust. The sound of their flesh slapping against each other filled the room, punctuated by Sazhara's constant moans and cries.

"Take it, you naughty succubus," Kael growled, his hands gripping her ass hard enough to leave a bruise. "Take every inch of my cock."

"Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!" Sazhara mumbled absently, too lost in pleasure to think straight. Her pussy throbbed around him, the pressure building to an unbearable point.

Kael felt her tighten against him, knew she was close. He reached down to rub her clit, bringing her to the edge.

"Come for me," he commanded. "Now."

Sazhara screamed as she obeyed, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. She clenched around Kael's cock rhythmically, milking him with all her might.

With a groan, Kael thrust deep and came inside her, filling her with his hot seed. They lay there for a long moment, both panting and gasping.

Finally, Kael withdrew, and Sazhara collapsed to the floor, boneless and satisfied. She turned to look at Kael with a lazy, sated smile.

"Wow... That was intense," she purred, stretching languidly. "I think I'll have to play the naughty succubus more often if this is what I get."

Kael stared at Sazhara in disbelief as she bared her ass again, this time spreading her cheeks to expose her tight, pink hole. He couldn't believe the succubus's audacity, how far she was willing to go to tempt him.

"You've already filled one hole with cum, fill the other master!" Sazhara purred, her voice dripping with seduction as she wiggled her ass invitingly.

Kael's cock throbbed at the sight of her, and his body reacted instinctively to the erotic display. As much as he wanted to resist, to maintain control of the situation, he couldn't deny the allure of her offer.

He knelt behind her, running a finger teasingly over her exposed hole. Sazhara shuddered and moaned at the touch, thrusting against him lustfully.

"You truly are limitless, aren't you?" Kael growled, his voice thick with lust. "Desperate to be filled in every hole."

"Yes, Master," Sazhara whimpered, her voice careful and pleading. "Please... Use me. Fuck my ass. Make me yours."

Kael couldn't resist any longer. He spat on our fingers, and we used them to lube her tight hole, rubbing our slick fingertips against the puckered flesh. Sazhara gasped and moaned, pushing against him.

When he thought she was ready, Kael aligned his cock with her asshole and began thrusting. The intense heat enveloped her, Sazhara's muscles contracting around his shaft as he slowly deepened.

"Oh, fuck..." Sazhara gasped, her hands fisting the sheets. "You're so big... Opening me up..."

Kael gripped her hips tightly as he began thrusting, his thick cock pumping in and out of her tight hole. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers filled the room, punctuated by Sazhara's constant moans and screams of pleasure.

"Take it, you dirty succubus," Kael growled, thrusting his hips forward with brutal force. "Take every inch of my cock in your filthy little ass."

"Yes, Master!" Sazhara remarked, her voice cracking with the intensity of pleasure. "Fuck my ass! Use me! Breed me!"

Kael felt his orgasm approaching, his balls tightening as he thrust relentlessly into her. He reached down to rub her clit, wanting to feel her orgasm around him.

"Cum for me," he urged, his voice guttural. "Cum on my cock like the crazy slut you are."

Sazhara shattered with a scream, her body convulsing as she came hard. Her ass opened around him like a vise, milking his cock with all its might.

With a roar, Kael thrust deep and came, flooding her ass with his hot semen. They lay together for a long moment, both panting and gasping as they surrendered to the waves of their intense orgasms.

Finally, Kael pulled out, and Sazhara collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted and satisfied. She turned to face him with a dazed, blissful smile.

"That was... incredible," she gasped, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I don't think he'll let me move."

Kael just laughed and lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms. They held each other, basking in the afterglow of their intense session.

"We should get ready," Kael said finally, pulling away reluctantly. "And get back to work."

…

The wind blew hard at the top of the hill, bringing with it the damp smell of earth and the distant scent of smoke from chimneys. The sun, already low on the horizon, tinted the sky with hues of orange and purple, as the city of Arvalen loomed ahead—high walls, watchtowers, and the flickering of embers at the main gates.

Three figures appeared like shadows silhouetted against the fading light. The first, Irelia, stood firm, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. Her gaze scanned the city's defenses, absorbing every detail as if already calculating routes and risks.

Amelia stood a step back, her staff planted in the ground, the runes pulsing in a slow rhythm, matching her perfect control of her energy. Her eyes, cold and analytical, examined the city not for its architecture, but for the magical vibration emanating from within.

Sylphie, on the other hand, did not hide her excitement. Her hair blew in the wind, and tiny sparks danced around her fingers, sometimes red, sometimes blue. Her eyes gleamed with an almost predatory glow.

"I found it," she said, her smile slowly forming.

The other two didn't need to ask what. The unmistakable energy in the air, that signature they knew well, was there—inside Arvalen.

Irelia let out a short sigh, more to herself than to the others. "Then his time is up."

Amelia simply nodded in silent agreement, her gaze fixed on the city as if she could see through walls and streets until she found her target.

The wind picked up, carrying the promise that when they descended that hill, nothing in Arvalen would remain the same.